I was supposed to bring B to his flute lesson at 9AM yesterday, I did remember to bring him on Tuesday, but I showed up at our regular time of 4PM. And what did the calender say when I got home and checked it? 9AM Tuesday.
I’m OK with appointments as long as they happen at times I can remember, but if they are on different days of the week, I wind up paying fees for being late or showing up the next day thinking I was supposed to come. It’s not just the sleep deprivation, I’ve always had trouble with time!
Maybe I should try that Mary Pride suggestion of having one week in 6 be Appointment week. Or maybe ask the receptionists if I could just have the nearest 10AM on a Thursday appointment, so I’d know on Thursdays I’ve got to get someone somewhere. It’s stuff like this that makes my Mom say it’s a miracle that I coordinate the homeschool co-op. So that’s the frustration part.
What did I finish? My blue nursing adapted dress from last spring that fit wonky, fits nicely now. One shoulder seam was too deep, one shoulder pad was backwards, and I needed to take the waist in. (How often is that my fitting problem?). I twirled in front of the mirror at 10PM last night happy that I had a Sunday dress I looked pretty in, that was modest and easy to nurse in. Ah, all was not frustration yesterday.
And today? We checked three things off the ‘must finish to call 5th grade good,’ list, and B felt happy about it too. I also found a use for the time slot when M is bored, but B is doing chores, I’m bathing, and K is supposed to be taking her morning nap. I got out his art book and gave him a project on my nice desk in the workshop, he got to sit in the twisty chair from the computer.